Words Unspoken

The Hitachin family adopts a 15 year old girl into their home because they want a daughter in their home. Kitsune is an orphan who's gone through countless homes and has made no friends because of the constant change. However, Kitsune has a dark secret that may get her killed.


This story might turn out to be a little demented, but bare with it.

Disclaimer: I don not own anything relating to Ouran High School Host Club


Prologue

Kiya Hitachin (don't know her real name) arrived at the orphanage in a neighboring town, hoping that this Home would have the perfect daughter for her. The driver opened the door for her and she got out with the grace of an eagle. The building was two stories high and looked well cared for. As she walked up the stone path. She noticed that the flowers were arranged in an odd way. Instead of the normal straight lines, these were planted to fit a shape and all the different colors formed a picture of a sleeping cat. Whoever the gardener was had a lot of talent as well as imagination. Reaching the front door. She rang the doorbell twice. Inside she could hear the sounds of babies and little children screaming with delight. It was a homey sound. The door swung open and Kiya faced with a teenaged girl about the same as her sons. The girl had dark brown hair that was almost black and deep blue eyes that looked as if they were locked up. The girl did not smile. Nor did she greet her. The baby in her arms was fast asleep.

"Kitsune, who is it?" called a voice from the main room. "Is it the mail man?"

The girl turned her head from Kiya and said in a very low voice, "No, I think it's a customer." Then she turned her gaze back to the wealthy woman. A few seconds later, a middle aged woman came out of the doorway behind the girl. She had jet black hair with a single grey streak on the left side. Her bright green eyes were welcoming and seemed to smile.

"Good evening Miss. Welcome to the Kurashi Home. Please come in." The woman said holding out her hand. "I'm Kurina Hatsugi, Head of the home."

Kiya shook Kurina's hand like a business woman and smiled. "Hello. I'm Kiya Hitachin." The dark haired girl moved aside when she outstretched her hand to shake the Head Mistress'. Her eyes did not make the woman very comfortable. It felt like she was going to shoot her at any given moment.

"Kitsune, dear, go set Tsumi down in his bed and then can you deal with the boys?" Kurina asked the girl. She just nodded and left the hall, but not without giving Kiya a sharp, threatening glare. Her feet made almost no sound as she left to go put the baby to bed. Kurina looked back at Kiya with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about her. Kitsune doesn't like strangers coming in here whether it be adopters or the Welfare Inspectors." Then she gestured for Kiya to follow her down the hall and through a door.

The room they just walked into was an office area. It was neat and tidy. There were only a few papers on the desk and they were quickly taken care of.

"Are you an adopter? Because you don't look like you're from the Child Welfare." Kurina said, sitting down in the chair behind the desk. "Please, take a seat."

"Thank you." Kiya said, sitting down in an overstuffed brown leather chair set in front of the desk. "Yes, I'm an adopter. I'm trying to find me a suitable daughter for my home. I only have two sons and I can't have any more children. I was hoping to find a daughter so that I could fill up the empty space." She explained. There were only boys in her home and she wanted a girl to talk to. She didn't want to keep talking to the boring maids all the time.

"Didn't you say that your last name was Hitachin?" Kurina asked.

"Yes."

"Of Hitachin Corporation?"

"Yes."

"Oh I love the clothes. We buy them here for the kids."

Kiya smiled at this. "Why thank you. I'm glad you like my work."

"They're so different from anything I've ever seen. It's absolutely fabulous." Kurina gushed. Then she seemed to shy away. "Ah, sorry. Anyways, around what age are you thinking?"

Kiya took a moment to contemplate it. "It doesn't really matter. I guess I could stay here for a while at have a look at the kids to decide, if that's alright with you." She finally said.

"That's fine. I'd love for you to interact with the children." Kurina said with a large smile on her face.

"By the way, who did the gardening? It's beautiful." Kiya asked as they made their way to the main room.

"Oh, you mean the cat?"the Head inquired. "That was done by Kitsune. She seems to know a lot about gardening and plants. I keep telling her to get a job at the local florists', but she refuses to because of the kids."

When they arrived at their location, Kitsune was sitting on the couch, watching the two little boys play with mega blocks. She looked up when they entered the room and gave Kiya that cold stare.

"Kitsune, this is Kiya Hitachin. She's going to spend the afternoon with us." Kurina explained. Kitsune didn't move, she just stared and said nothing.

In the entire room there was three girls in a corner playing with dolls. They all looked from eight to five. In the window seat was two other girls, one looked around twelve and the other looked to be nine or ten. Sitting on the couch playing video games was two boys about eight or nine along with Kitsune who was glaring at Kiya. And in the middle of the floor was the two boys looking three and four.

"Kitsune, come help me prepare dinner." Kurina was already heading in the direction of the kitchen. Kitsune hesitated before following after the Head. Kiya watched the kids play and smiled. If only her kids had been like this, playing with mega blocks and making up things for their towns they built. Instead, they played pranks at every occasion and were obsessed with the 'which one is Hikaru' game. Never would she understand what she'd done wrong with those two.

Just then, one of the girls playing with the dolls came over to her with a piece f cloth and her doll. "Can you help me put on her clothes? They felled off." She asked, holding out the doll and the cloth. The 'clothes' for the doll was only a pink dish rag with yellow flowers and a button to hold it together.

"Can I do something with her clothes?" Kiya asked the little girl. She nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing like springs. Kiya reached into her jacket pocket and brought out a small sewing kit. Taking out her mini scissors, she began to cut out the dish cloth and then began to sew the parts together. It took longer without a sewing machine to do the sewing for her, but she managed to finish the dress within half an hour. "There you go sweetie." She said, handing the dressed doll back to the patient little girl.

"It's so pretty." She mussed, looking over her doll. Then she looked up at Kiya with a big smile and hugged her. "Thank you Miss."

Kiya patted the little girl's head awkwardly. She wasn't used to being hugged. Hikaru and Kaoru never bothered to even try and play with her when they were little. Maybe this little girl would be right. Just then, Kitsune stepped into the room with some flour on her hands.

"The Head wants to know if you're joining us for dinner." Kitsune said. She'd finally spoken.

"Oh um, no. I'll eat at home. Thanks for the offer though." Kiya said. There was something about this girl that seemed to be screaming "Help Me!", though she couldn't figure out what. There was a cry in another room and Kitsune went to tend to the baby, dusting her hands off on the way there. Silently, Kiya found her way to the kitchen.

"Oh, Mrs. Hitachin, will you be joining us for dinner?"Kurina asked when she saw Kiya come in the door.

"Uh, sorry, but I always eat at home." She said politely.

"So how are the kids? Do you like any of them?" Kurina took out some rolls from the oven and put them on a plate before breaking them open and buttering them up.

"I like all of them, but I think I've decided on Kitsune." At this, Kurina dropped her butter knife and it clattered to the floor.

"K-Kitsune?" She sputtered in disbelief.

"Is there something wrong with my choice?" Kiya inquired, raising an elegant eyebrow.

"Not exactly, but Kitsune didn't exactly give you the best welcome ever." Kurina said before bending down to pick up the knife. She gave it a quick wash-over in the sink before setting it down in the butter bowl.

"Yes, but there's something that I really like about her." Kurina looked at her, doubtful, then heaved a big sigh.

"Alright, but let me tell you first. Kitsune has been through thirty-seven different homes and has been sent back each time." Kurina said it with a grave expression and looked straight into Kiya's eyes. "I don't want her to be sent back again or else she'll really break. Hold on a sec and I'll tell you everything that you need to know about her." Kiya waited patiently for Kurina to finish buttering the rolls and started to think. Kitsune had been to thirty-seven different homes, and sent back each and every time. Why? "Alright, follow me."

Kiya snapped out of her thoughts and followed the Head back to the office. On the way there, they passed Kitsune and she seemed to be glaring even harder at Kiya. She must have heard her when she'd told the Head about her choice. The office door was closed and Kurina began to give Kiya the necessary details about Kitsune. Meanwhile, Kitsune was in the kitchen with her arms on the counter, fists clenched.

"Why? Can't people just leave me alone? I'm only going to be sent back again. It's happened so many times before." She mumbled to herself. She'd been to eighteen different Homes since she was five years old, and not all of them had been nice ones. After her last pair of "parents" , she'd decided that she would stay at the Home she was sent to until she was old enough to get out on her own. Her glaring had always kept the customers away from her, it didn't work this time.

Slowly, she unclenched her hands and, as she expected, there were red stains on her fingers. Kitsune went to the bathroom and cleaned up her wounds. Dinner would be ready soon and she would have to be presentable at the dinner table.


I hope that the prologue is good and thanks for reading. Please comment